Cambiando El Tiempo ft. Dembele Lyrics

Ay, look

How many times did I say that my Ls aren't losses?

That's my only confession

No Maths or English teacher can't tell me shit

I'm just learning my lesson

I bring talent and vibes to the stage

When I step in the music studio session

Always asking questions, making good impressions

Bring the controller my way L2, R2 and I'm out here pulling triggers

Tryna get to the bread to the point you can ring my number

Counting figures

I be losing friends and I'm finding peace, God has his way for my niggas

Henny bottle for the family got the bottle in my hand for pictures

Hit or miss nah you're taking the piss

Niggas who don't know me now they know me

Bitch tried to give me a kiss, now she's on the floor licking on this

(Wha?! What did he say?!)

I can't lie, I just reminisce

At the times that you had in the abyss

Speaking in tongues, thought I had a lisp

Flashing lights, blinding lights when I step in the night you can call me The Weeknd

Everybody's tryna get all litty, tryna look pretty all for a weekend

Stepping right is the only way I step if you know then I'm always tryna stay eating (Eating Right)

I'm running out of breath but I'm Mo Farah in this race

Bro's tryna stay breathing

Mi no hablo Español pero puedo terminar contigo

If you didn't know what I said you'll figure that later hasta luego (bye bye)

When I say I'm moving mad or confident, that's not me that's my ego

See the time for we go, flying out from Heathrow

How many times did I say that my Ls aren't losses?

That's my only confession

No Maths or English teacher can't tell me shit

I'm just learning my lesson

I bring talent and vibes to the stage

When I step in the music studio session

Always asking questions, making good impressions

Bring the controller my way L2, R2 and I'm out here pulling triggers

Tryna get to the bread to the point you can ring my number

Counting figures

I be losing friends and I'm finding peace, God has his way for my niggas

Henny bottle for the family got the bottle in my hand for pictures

My ex went gym to improve her figure

That won't make me miss her

Lil bro hitting bare shots, that boys getting sales I ain't talking liquor

I'll soon be up in the stage fans scream my name like Jerry Springer

This bitch come way too inner get on your knees we ain't doing dinner

How we using that throat, give head or we smoke

She goes down, I tell her keep going

Spliff in my mouth like ???

Cuz we're back and forth like Rowan

Still take precautions to keep us afloat

My young boy top of the class, he run up in yards and taking them notes

Set in stone could never be broke

How many times did I say that my Ls aren't losses?

That's my only confession

No Maths or English teacher can't tell me shit

I'm just learning my lesson

I bring talent and vibes to the stage

When I step in the music studio session

Always asking questions, making good impressions

Bring the controller my way L2, R2 and I'm out here pulling triggers

Tryna get to the bread to the point you can ring my number

Counting figures

I be losing friends and I'm finding peace, God has his way for my niggas

Henny bottle for the family got the bottle in my hand for pictures